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Stephen King Stephen King

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In the early years, we never got tired of playing Stephen King. We played Stephen King at home and we played Stephen King in restaurants, shopping malls, airports, and hotels. We played Stephen King so much that we could have turned pro.

OWS Boston: Members Only

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Occupy Wall Street protestors in Boston complained that homeless people had taken coats, blankets and food donated to the fight against income inequality. “They don’t bring anything to the table,” said a spokesman at the information tent.

The Proud Accounting

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She walks alone in black high heels

This Story is Terrible, and I Only Wrote It to Annoy You People

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[DON'T OPEN 'TIL X-MAS!]

Perfect

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"My mother loses patience when I get sad," I said. "She tells me about the dog."

The Last Fly of Summer

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"...leafing through the SEBRING 100 WALLAMATIC record selector..."

Reading Rilke Aloud in an Empty House

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I arranged all my books before you came, / so that it appears I read some more than others.

She Closed Her Eyes

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So we pushed on. Beyond all reason. Avery still with the gun strapped over her shoulder, her close-cropped bangs, her small feet in army boots clodding through the open brown field we were now in. Above us, a wavering circle of vultures, following us, …

Jail Bait

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Jessie and Hannah drop mescaline together, and screw in an abandoned storefront crash pad. We call it the Rock Shop.

Cluck Cluck

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So where was I? On the curb, the stingy, gritty curb of existence, hard on the ass, as usual on the rim of it all, the ledge of success, well to tell the truth far from the ledge but about to fall off, floating on the circumference of meaning, riding a c

The Impulse of Breathing

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She listens to the rhythm of the tide, each surge and surrender like the death of an old life and the resurrection of something new.

Would You Ask A Librarian For A Lap Dance?

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In the 15 years that I've worked at my local public library, I've learned that we librarians do plenty of things for our patrons that aren't in our job descriptions. After a patron asked me to change her flat tire, and another wanted to check out our pencil sharpener,…

The Freelance Assignment

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You wanted to be a writer. Now you’re a writer.

Touching the Ceiling is Touching the Floor, Only from Above

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1. It uncurls in your hand like an autumn leaf but fails to recall your happiness. 2. A triangle is the sum of its angles a priori. 3. Leaning on the lens of psychotropics leaves you with restless legs and akithisia. 4. Body…

Snow Bird

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Snow Bird Then Bess was officially a Snow Bird. She was on the waiting list to become a permanent resident at the camp as soon as the expansion they were planning was completed. But it was being held up by some county people who were doing every

to You

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A glance—I dissolved completely.

Dead Parental Units

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Each death a sonnet, every grief / fourteen lines.

Cancer Arm

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You think about it all the time. Cancer cancer cancer. Cancer leg. Cancer arm. You've eaten too many cancer hot dogs and sausages in your life. You've gotten too many cancer sunburns. Cancer throat. Cancer head. Too much cancer sex.

Lullaby

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One morning, she used a few prim phrases to break up with me. She had her suitcases packed by lunch. She was gone by dinner. Two weeks later, she emailed me a picture of herself sitting on a small brown couch.

Bedtime Story

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Let me tell you a story, child, of how your father became your father...

Nell

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Was it hope or despair that drove her to walk out the door of the place she had called home for the past twenty years? Did she feel sorrow or relief to leave behind a husband and five children?

A Strange Girl Like Me (Leda 2.0)

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I was a peasant girl, believe me, and nothing much to look at--- close set eyes, one blue and one green, wispy brown hair and a chin that dominated every other feature of my face.

Pacific Light

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That was one option. Another was to assemble all the resident grunts...on one side of the island, jump up and down in unison, flip it over, and see if life on the bottom was any better.

The Next Stanley Kubrick

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I have, for example, watched Stanley Kubrick's "The Shining" 117 times.

The Little Prince

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& where, I wonder, is the poet’s planet, What kind of king, or queen rules it?

4P28

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He’d kept the parking space open. She used it most often, whenever she and her husband, an old drinking buddy, came to visit.

Speak

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I was not the first to hear the dog speak, though I was, I think, the first who thought to listen.

Ten Amazing Don’t-Miss Writing Prompts (Especially Number 6)!

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Write a list of what's wrong with everyone else.

Waste

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Roger's assigned route had him picking up medical waste at most of the plastic surgery offices in town. He smelled it on his skin by the end of the day. The plastic surgery places were less of a hassle than the hospital and worlds away from the free c

The bamboo stick

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I no longer go for walks without my bamboo stick. Tightly held in my hand, thin and light, it beats the invisible particles which try to land on me and bite. My face is hidden as in shame under a rough gag, my hands are getting rusty, missing the touch of other hands. My…